Page 84 of I Will Always Find You
“I know there’s no need,” the young man replied, his tone devoid of warmth, a chilling dispassion cloaked in a veneer of hidden contempt.
He walked closer to the writhing body of the dancer until he was practically on top of him. Then, the dark chestnut-haired man stopped, stood in place, and shook his head twice. “BREAK!” he commanded, his voice now a roar of authority, his bronze skin radiating dark power. He snapped his fingers with both hands in unison.
The invisible force attacked Tony again, violently wrenching his head in a full turn, a complete circle, the bones of his neck cracking and splintering as the flesh stretched near to tearing.
Amazingly, Tony still clung to life, though barely a flicker, his head now at an unnatural angle, one that mocked the human form.
The young man bent to his victim’s ear, and with eyes glowing with cold fire, whispered in a soft Italian accent, “Θρα?ε,” the ancient Greek word for “break.” As he twisted his hand like hewas crushing a peach, Tony’s heart burst; he grinned wickedly as he watched the man die.
The young Italian rose to his feet, surveying his dead, twisted creation. As he examined the fruits of his labour, he felt neither elated nor disappointed, certainly not guilty; he was caught in a quiet limbo of mixed emotions.
Across the room, at the exit door, turned away from the vulgar display of dark magic, the sultry woman began to rub her pale fingers against the two perfectly exquisite black pearls on her ancient silver ring. She thought about the god who had given it to her as a gift, and the one who had committed the foulest of deeds against that god who was her twin brother.
Her rage flushed her typically ivory skin as the magical blood within her surged. She had been away a long time, ignorant for over two millennia of all that had transpired, but now she was back. And she knew everything.
Everything, except where the murderous god and his warrior-lover were secreting themselves in this era. That, she knew, was only a matter of time.
The Titan-goddess Phoebe would have her revenge.
And so would her companion and ally, who had been wronged himself and now desired vengeance. They would help each other, though she feared his wickedness was without temperance.
“Come along now, Pietro. The night is calling, and we have scores to settle.”
